February Sundry

loving of late // 

this playlist 
simply breathing

sunbeams sifting through almond branches laden with snowy blossoms

afternoon rides in daddy's new truck

typewritten letter from a doll 
baking integrated in my weekly routine 
dancing
bare feet
messy hair 
sun setting later
lavender that reminds me of summer months soon to come 
clementine rinds
reading emily dickenson
future adventures
steaming cuppa vanilla tea in the morning
afternoon excursions to the farmer's market
open windows letting in 
spring air

projects // 
heart doilies
cloud mobile
cluster shawl
this embroidery hoop
brown paper parcels tied up in twine

inspired by // 
art journals
wanderlust
this lovely post  

words //
fernweh
sunbeam
jocund
pastel 
onomatopoeia 
appetence
springtide 
and all these

between stifling the dire urge of throwing my geometry book out the window, mourning over reichenbach {not to mention recovering from downton abbey}, frantically finishing up some late-valentine inspired lovelies for a dear friend I am to see next week {finally, spending time in the company with someone who understands [aka started] my insanity}, preparing for a spring vacation trip to OC, scribbling down all my scattered thoughts in my journal at the end of the day, shipping a brown paper package for this pretty lady's sweet sixteen, feeling an overwhelming dose of wanderlust, preparing to audition for a play, dreaming/brainstorming summertime adventures, and drinking numerous cups of vanilla tea to keep relatively sane amidst it all...life has proven to be quite good. new and exciting opportunities are glinting on the horizon and although I am a bit reluctant to spread my wings, one only has this crazy messy life to live. so the only question which remains is...why not?

what have you been up to, lovely? 
xx | the girl in the springtide garden. 

in which the trees are awakened and the glen laughs allegro|springtide overture.

those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. >> rachel carson, silent spring

springtime is the only season to which arrives in our glen's parlor in a timely and reliable manner. she floats across the countryside casting regal airs and feminine grace with an elegant gossamer train trailing behind her that stimulates life in the land deep with slumber. the jocund daffodils come first in the latter days of january, pompously displaying their bonnets on sunny afternoons and shuddering on the rainy ones, while the almond blossoms begin to blink and unfurl their shimmering beauty late in february and lilacs laugh in april time. an effervescent herald of sundry shrills of the waxwings and sparrows and doves alike compose the royal intricate fanfare preceding spring's entrance. the earth stiffens as to salute spring's royal procession, but for a day or two, and suddenly vernal life bursts forth in a celebration of cheerful sunshine, while little sunbeams comb through daffodil beds and the knotted branches of almonds quiver shyly as they present shimmering pearls. the crests of the heaving hills are speckled with trees shaking their boughs awake with life after a long winter's slumber, while the valleys fill with shooting sprays of blossoms kissed with the gentlest of pinks.

the world awakes in spring - and not even the most descriptive of adjectives or the keenest of poetic genius or the sharpest of lenses have any hope in capturing the notes of spring's concerto.

fare thee well, winter. hullo, springtime! 

what is your favorite element of springtide?
xx | the girl in her springtide garden.

to the moon and back|happy birthday, gabby dear!

a friend is a person who knows what you are saying, even if you're not talking. understands what you're feeling,even if you don't understand your own feelings yourself.will always forgive you, usually before you forgive yourself. >> sarah bennett << 

it was just a comment. one simple nonchalant statement on a small-town girl's old blog. however, it became more than just that. her thoughtfulness lead to an email - a simple email filled with knitting resources and warm wishes at my succeeding in my failing attempts at knitting. this was a girl, I little knew, yet somehow felt a genuine love - the sister in Christ type of love - all enveloped within that small electronic message. and somehow that simple email, tugged at my heartstrings, touched me so very deeply, and a seed of a friendship was planted.

to-day. we are here. two years past with many long-distance phone calls, late night skype messaging, video chatting, and a bundle of handwritten letters to count. and you know what? I don't know how I could have lived {more liked survived} these past two years without her. she is the girl who inspires me in everything she does, whether she snaps a photograph, hand-writes a little postcard and sends it to me just because, or she publishes a little essay about her life on in her little corner of the blogging world which always seems to stir something I never knew was within my heart. and there's loads to say about her as she enters into her sixteenth year. like how she is as sweet as her pumpkin spice bars are {not to mention talented for coming up with that recipe}; like how she is a little drop of sunshine in my life that transforms my cloudy days into good ones and good days into fantastic ones; like she's the one who's thoughtful and takes the extra measure of being beyond considerate and supports me in everything, and like how she always makes the best of surrounding circumstances. I am honored and blessed beyond words to say that she is one of my dearest friend and adopted sister in the whole wide world.

darling girl, I wish you could see yourself how I view you, as a beautiful, creative, smart, wise, sweet, inspiring, talented, life-changing friend and godly young lady but most importantly to show you how our Heavenly father views you :: as a faithful servant and a bright light in a very dark world. there's so many things I could wish you as you enter into your sixteenth, and to name only a few: I pray that you will grow closer to our wonderful Savior, that new opportunities open before you, that your days will be filled to the brim with only the fondest of memories, and our friendship will only continue to strengthen as the years go by.

sweet girl {-er, your not a girl anymore but a beautiful sixteen year old lady ;)}, I wish I could be with you in person - for a moment - to give you a little squeeze, but until we meet {maybe sooner than you would expect ;)}, I send you from the bottom of my heart my love that extends no less than to the moon and back a million times o'er.    

happy sweet sixteen, dearest gabby!

love you lots, my dearest turkey!

x | your goosey girl.